I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, January 13, 2011

After the Tourists Go Home

Sorry for the low-rez nature, but I didn't want to miss the scene.

(Okay, well, he's filling up gas cans, but I still chuckled - does that horse required high-test or just plain 82 octane?)

3 comments:

vince said...

Love it!

sheila, who isn't lurking today, either, said...

Probably 93 octane if it's a standardbred, but only 87 octane if it's a Haflinger (after all, they're easy keepers).

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Vince. Just saw that and said, "Classic!"

Sheila, and their tailpipe emissions aren't as healthy either.